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I can't imagine it. [He tries to, and it's honestly hilarious to him, enough so to get a very small laugh out of him. It must have been an utter spectacle to see.] She's certainly owed it.
[Sephiroth doesn't seem bothered at all, and he doesn't wince at the other few pieces that follow as he works on his tea. At least until he notices Cloud's expression, and he quickly grabs them up and stuffs them into a pocket. He supposes some people would be bothered by it.] No, it's fine. They'll start working themselves out before long anyway.
[He's willing to leave the last couple of pieces in, favoring talk of common ground over head wounds.] Common ground might make it easier, for both of us.